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Lomé the beautiful, a true story!

Do you know that 'Lomé the beautiful' was a true nickname it had once borrowed from our dear capital? Don't misunderstand, we know that many of us laugh at the single view of this sentence or on hearing this. But seriously, more than one, have confirmed that in their time, to the time where Lomé still attracted many tourists, foreigners were likely to enjoy the capital of Lomé, for the image she referred as "little gems" of West Africa. While infrastructure was not the largest, but it is the inhabitants who had inherited a civilization that is envied. Until today, we hear people say: "In togo, the people do not like their storefront and the aisles of the streets are dirty, they make a point of honour to live in a healthy, well-maintained place". Abroad, for the few people who know Togo, it is a phrase that comes up very often and just flatter our egos. But unfortunately this is a long time already that this phrase belongs to the past. It says more than: "people like to live in a clean, healthy, well-maintained place" but "people loved...". It regrettably well with little good to our active today ' today, this quality also is no longer ours. And when we see so many times how women! Yes women! maintain their storefront and the streets today, it is a little sad to see throw the dirty water of the fish, wastewater with mashed pulp dumped in the middle of the streets. Water pipes and wastewater from toilets and showers, which are dripping throughout the streets, so people walk there in. When we see this, honestly we know well it is not today or tomorrow that someone, a tourist, a stranger, come we still in the capital say "Lomé the beautiful... ". Sensitive issue, it is true. But are told with our grand parents "dirty washing should be laundered at home". And whatever our opinion here above, let's not forget:
The good or evil we do is for ourselves.

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Poem: If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you.
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting.
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream —and not make dreams your master
If you can think —and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools.
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings —nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run.
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And —which is more— you’ll be a Man, my son! ​

1910 
de Rudyard Kipling


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